This is a song about "Ice crw"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Even ice, i , c , e

Once as a slave who imagined being free

See more ice than a hockey goalie

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Would you like to break the ice man

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Your either as hot as the sun or as cold as ice

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice